Chapter 578: Chapter 360: Still Able to Fight?
"Pfft..."
Yang Tao’s hair was disheveled as his body was flung sideways, with cracks appearing across his chest.
His opponent was a five-colored demon bull, completely black, known as Niu Yue, whom he had previously mentioned to Wei Fan.
In his youth, he had battled Niu Yue for three hundred moves before being defeated. Unexpectedly, in the Peak Martial King Realm, he couldn’t even withstand fifty moves before being blasted away by Niu Yue, now facing the threat of death.
"Yang Tao, I didn’t expect you to regress so much over the years, it’s truly disappointing to this king!"
"Slaying you, the Northern Guardian King of Daxu Kingdom, should appease some of the anger from the Qilin Ape Race."
Niu Yue, with two large bull horns, radiating five-colored light, strode forward heavily, swinging the wolf fang club in his hand.
His figure was tall and sturdy like a small mountain, each step causing the ground to crack with terrifying fissures.
"Ha!"
Yang Tao raised the Martial King Divine Soldier in his hand with all his might to block. It wasn’t that he regressed, but with the increase of cultivation, Niu Yue’s five-colored demon bull bloodline had been further stimulated.
The bloodline of the five-colored demon bull was strong. It is said that only by becoming a saint could this race fully unleash all their bloodline abilities.
Below the Demon Saint, the five-colored demon bulls cannot fully harness the power of the Five-Colored Divine Light.
Boom!
The saber and the wolf fang club collided, sending waves of destruction surging like a dragon, turning countless miles of earth into dust.
Yang Tao’s arms trembled, the webbing between his fingers cracked. Under the overwhelming power, the divine saber in his hand slammed heavily onto his chest, causing his body to accelerate sideways once more.
"It’s over, I didn’t expect this beast to become so powerful!"
He realized it was his own arrogance, still bitter over losing three hundred moves to Niu Yue long ago, prompting him to seek out Niu Yue to regain his honor, only to find Niu Yue had grown even more formidable.
"Escape!"
In mid-air, he forcibly twisted his body, using willpower to blast the void, hoping to accelerate his escape.
But as soon as he turned, he found Niu Yue had somehow appeared behind him, the massive wolf fang club crashing toward his head with world-splitting force.
Yang Tao smelled the scent of death, despair written across his face. Niu Yue had completely toyed with him, and could defeat him in just ten moves, not fifty.
"If you dare hurt him, I’ll skin you alive..."
Suddenly, a voice stretched out from afar, and as the last word fell, the speaker had already appeared beside him.
At the same time, a strong and powerful hand reached out, firmly holding Niu Yue’s wolf fang club, preventing it from descending any further.
Like an illusion, a robust figure slowly materialized in front of him, bringing a terrifying gale.
Rumble...
Only then did the loud roar of sound reach his ears, the tremors of the earth only then spreading to here.
"Such speed, is he human or a thunderbolt?"
Yang Tao’s eyes filled with shock, contemplating the speed necessary to leave only an afterimage.
"Wei Fan?"
The figure that had caught Niu Yue’s wolf fang club gradually overlapped with the impression of Wei Fan in his mind, replaced by ecstasy.
He did not fear death. As the Northern Guardian King of Daxu Town, he was long prepared to die on the battlefield, killed by the demon fiends, but if he could avoid death, who would choose otherwise?
He hadn’t lived long enough, nor had he made a desperate attempt to reach the Saint Realm, so naturally, he didn’t want to be killed.
"Are you Niu Yue?"
Wei Fan’s hair flew in the wind, the fierce gale from his rapid running causing his robe to billow, with the vast yellow sand behind him revealing the burly figure of the ox demon.
His thick bull horns continuously pulsing with five-colored light were obvious traits of the five-colored demon bull, coupled with the aura of a Peak Demon King. He realized that this must be the Niu Yue Yang Tao had mentioned.
Only he hadn’t expected Yang Tao, who had once fought Niu Yue for three hundred moves before showing signs of defeat, was almost killed by Niu Yue. If he hadn’t been tracking the Golden Lion and passed by here, Yang Tao would likely have died with his brains scattered.
In fact, Yang Tao was not the first person he saved while searching for demon kings everywhere.
Niu Yue’s pupils contracted fiercely: "Who are you? Could you be Tong Jingchang, the Sect Leader of the Thousand Peaks Sect?"
The presence before him was overwhelmingly powerful, with terrifying physical strength. Even with just one hand, the strength seemed to hold up the heavens and the earth, preventing the wolf fang club from descending any further, regardless of the force he exerted.
In his view, across the entire Beiding Continent, only Sect Leader Tong Jingchang of the Thousand Peaks Sect had such fearsome physical strength.
"I am Wei Fan, the very Wei Fan who killed Niu Jiang of your Five-Colored Demon Bull Race!" Wei Fan flashed a bright white smile.
"What, you’re Wei Fan?" Niu Yue could hardly believe his ears.
Just over a month ago, Wei Fan was merely in the Fourth Realm of Martial King, and now he’d become this terrifying? To hold his divine soldier struck with bare hands, resisting the top-level Demon King Divine Soldiers?
"So you’re the one who killed Yuan Jie, the Saint Child of the Qilin Ape Race?"
His tone was full of disbelief, he quickly realized that Yuan Jie was most likely killed by Wei Fan.
This guy not only killed Yuan Jie but also dared to come to Yun Jin City to join the battle, an audacious act that showed no regard for the demon race.
"You guessed right, the reward is sending you to meet him!" Wei Fan grinned widely.
Niu Yue’s hair stood on end, his body retreated rapidly, trying to increase the distance between himself and Wei Fan.
But his wolf fang club was firmly held by Wei Fan, and unless he was willing to give up his divine soldier, there was no escaping from Wei Fan.
"Boom!"
Unable to escape Wei Fan, he immediately abandoned the plan. His whole body erupted with dazzling five-colored divine light, like five alternating celestial sabers slashing at Wei Fan.
"Beware of his five-colored divine light!"
Yang Tao shouted, aware of the terrifying power of the five-colored divine light, worried that Wei Fan had little experience with this race and underestimated its power.
Wei Fan turned back: "Brother Yang, don’t worry, this thing can’t hurt me!"
Having slaughtered eight or ten Five-Colored Demon Bulls, he naturally knew to what extent the five-colored divine light could attack.
The five-colored divine light alternated and slashed down, but Wei Fan neither dodged nor blocked, allowing the light to strike his body.
"Boom!"
The sound, like muffled thunder, resounded as the five-colored divine light unleashed by Niu Yue shattered as if striking steel, instantly shattering apart and dispersing like a wave.
Yang Tao gasped, his eyes almost popping out: "The...the five-colored divine light shattered?"
He realized that even though his sister Zhi Hua had told him much about Wei Fan, he still underestimated him. Such a terrifying physical body seemed to transcend the realm of top-level Martial King Divine Soldiers; otherwise, how could the invincible five-colored divine light be shattered?
"You..." Niu Yue’s scalp was about to explode, a cold shiver running from head to toe: "You’re not human!"
How could there be such a terrifying physical body? Even those at the Saint Child level couldn’t shatter his five-colored divine light so effortlessly.
Even more terrifying was that Wei Fan, so formidable, was not yet a Peak Martial King, not yet a Ninth-Grade Martial King.
If he were to cultivate to the Ninth Layer of the Martial King, could he perhaps defy and battle a Martial Saint?
"It’s my turn. Try my skills!"
Wei Fan revealed a set of white teeth and tossed aside the wolf fang club he was holding, throwing a punch.
Boom!
The void appeared with terrifying wrinkles, almost tearing apart. The roar from the friction of the fist was deafening, as though executing a sonic attack, causing the earth to continuously explode.
"Roar..."
Faced with such a scene, Niu Yue’s heart nearly burst with fear, his face turned ghostly pale, smelling the scent of death.
"Block it for me!"
He frantically retrieved the wolf fang club, holding it in front of his chest, pouring demon essence into it with reckless abandon, activating the power of the top-level Demon King Divine Soldiers.
Yet it was utterly useless; the wave of the Demon King Divine Soldiers was instantly dispersed, transforming into pure power surging in all directions, as Wei Fan’s fist hammered heavily onto the wolf fang club.
In an instant, Niu Yue felt as if a mountain crashed onto the club, his strength pitifully weak under the overbearing, unmatched power.
"Pfft!"
He spat a mouthful of crimson blood, his hands unable to hold onto the wolf fang club.
Amidst the unstoppable force, the club flew back, crashing heavily onto his chest, the sound of shattering bones ringing out, his internal organs completely crushed.
"It’s over!"
Niu Yue’s face turned ashen, watching an enlarged fist rapidly approach, and after a sharp pain in his head, his consciousness sank into boundless darkness.
[Killed Niu Yue, received 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
[Ordinary power: 2,200,000 years]
[Martial King’s power: 11,600 years]
His ordinary power exceeded two million years, and with the latest kill of Niu Yue, he had taken down ten Ninth-Layer Demon Kings in a short time.
Willpower swept to collect Niu Yue’s corpse and the Demon King Divine Soldiers, and Wei Fan turned to Yang Tao: "Brother Yang, can you continue to fight?"
"Fight!"
Yang Tao was now brimming with excitement as if he’d taken a shot of adrenaline. With an unmatched figure like Wei Fan, they might annihilate all invading Demon Kings today, and in such a victorious battle, he’d join as long as he could still breathe.
Moreover, even though his injuries were severe, he wasn’t entirely out of combat capability. After some recovery, he could contribute even if he wasn’t in peak condition.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a piercing roar echoed from afar, reverberating through the mountains, followed by scattered roars in response.
"These beasts have retreated!"
Yang Tao was stunned: "How did they retreat so quickly? Could their losses be severe already?"
The sporadic roars indicated that there weren’t many Demon Kings left.
He hadn’t realized that Wei Fan alone had slaughtered ten Demon Kings, plus there was also the mysterious and powerful Feng Hua, who had just broken through the Ninth-Layer of Martial King Realm.
Given Feng Hua’s combat prowess, even if not as impressive as Wei Fan, they could likely have killed three or four Demon Kings in this time.
Just the two of them together killed over ten Demon Kings. Adding the contributions of other human race experts, the demon fiend side might have lost nearly twenty Demon Kings or even more.
The demon fiends came to retaliate against the human race, not to send Demon Kings to their deaths. In such a situation, retreating was the wise move.
By now, if the demons had any commander among the Demon Kings, they would have noticed the sweeping defeat.
Hearing this, Wei Fan paused, and in the mountains, the surviving Demon Kings escaped their opponents, transforming into demonic wind as they fled into the distance.
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